Poems

(The speaker stands alone, poised on the edge of action—weapon in hand or decision heavy in thought. Their voice is steady, but charged with suppressed turmoil.)
Monologue:
This is the moment they will talk about.
Not the years of doubt, not the nights of fear—
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(The speaker sits alone, older now, aware that history is listening but unable to speak back.)
Monologue:
They will remember me for what I built.
For what I signed, conquered, declared, or defended.
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(The speaker stands apart from the battlefield, armor loosened, as if the war has briefly released him.)
Monologue:
They call me invincible.
As if that word explains anything.
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(The speaker stands quietly, older now. Their voice is steady, but every word carries what has not healed.)
Monologue:
They ask me what it was like.
As if tragedy were an event,
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(The speaker stands among ruins—once a palace, a gate, or a marketplace. Their voice carries both authority and fatigue.)
Monologue:
I watched it rise—
not all at once, not with trumpets,
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(The speaker stands alone, as if finally addressing a truth long avoided. Their voice is controlled, but each word presses against restraint.)
Monologue:
Secrets are not buried.
That is the first lie we tell ourselves.
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(The speaker stands alone, hands trembling, voice low at first, rising with raw honesty as the confession unfolds.)
Monologue:
I cannot hold it in any longer.
The thing I did… the thing I thought no one would ever know…
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(The speaker stands alone, voice low and hesitant at first, building to a mixture of fear, defiance, and relief.)
Monologue:
I've lived half a life in shadows…
telling myself that if I ignored it, it would disappear.
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(The speaker stands quietly, as if speaking to someone unseen or to themselves in a mirror. Their voice begins fragile, trembling, then strengthens as they confront the memory.)
Monologue:
I have carried it for so long—
the weight, the echo, the quiet whisper that never leaves.
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(The speaker faces the unseen deceiver or a silent audience, voice tense, edged with controlled fury.)
Monologue:
You smile, and everyone believes it.
You speak, and your words are taken as truth.
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(The speaker stands alone, holding or imagining the inheritance, voice soft at first, then building with awe and disbelief.)
Monologue:
I never expected this.
Never imagined that the life I thought I understood
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When the young traveller entered
The crowded zone,
It asked him a very simple question,
Which he couldn't answer at all,
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